From Qingshan Town all the way to the northwest, across hundreds of millions of miles across several states, the ordinary green jade material of the messenger flying sword finally staggered and fell in front of a huge male city built on the mountain.

This majestic city, which encloses the entire mountain, is like an incomparably precise instrument, and every moment there are troops shuttling back and forth between the city and the dense forest, and the hooves of horses are flying, kicking up clouds of dust. If you get close to this city, you will find that this is a real military town, and all around the past are all black armor.

The side of the mountain, which is a hundred miles in diameter, stretches more than ten pavilions on the side of the peak, and this is where the Sword and Information Division of Daozhou gathers countless information in this city.

As the flying sword flew quickly, on the top of the highest attic of the Sword Faith Division, Ruyi in the hand of a general who looked like a stone sculpture directly shot out a faint rainbow light to hit the flying sword, and in just a moment, the Ruyi turned the light to scan the other flying swords.

After passing Ruyi's inspection, the flying sword successfully entered the lowest attic under the guidance of a small official of the Kenshin Division. This attic was mainly used for correspondence between the city sergeants and friends and relatives outside, so it was the shortest, but it was also the largest.

"Another jade flying sword." The little official sitting next to the window caught the flying sword and threw it lazily into the waist-high bamboo basket next to him that was already full of flying swords.

There is no way that the population in the city is huge, so there are naturally a lot of letters, and at the same time, in order to prevent a plate of dead soldiers from passing on the news, each letter must be reviewed by three people in turn, and the workload can be imagined, but fortunately, the people above are not too strict about efficiency.

The little official connected several flying swords again, and then yawned boredly.

A teenager who looked like he was only a teenager, pinched a corner and cautiously came up, and hesitated for a long time behind the little official before he dared to speak: "Brother dog, should you ...... It's time for you to be convinced."

The little official known as Brother Dog didn't even pay attention to the young man behind him, and continued to look out the window lazily and wait to receive the flying sword. What are you kidding, how can the kind of work that stare at the words of the flying sword clasp be as easy as receiving the flying sword.

Seeing that Brother Dog didn't care about himself, the boy had no choice but to say it timidly and loudly again, but the voice was inaudible from big to small in the end, but the first few words were too loud, which attracted the attention of the officials in other windows, making the young man even more afraid.

Brother Dog noticed dozens of eyes, and was afraid that this little bastard would continue to shout loudly, so he could only turn around and scold: "You fucking cry, Lao Tzu will sit in another shift, and I will talk about it next time I change shifts."

The young man muttered timidly: "But it's two hours in a class...... can only be under the almost threatening eyes of the dog brother, the young man has no choice but to bend down and hold the bamboo basket that has almost reached his chin, and pull it to the hall one by one.

"Okay, dog, I have to say it's you." A small official next to him laughed.

Brother Dog waved his hand and pretended to be chic: "They guys, they don't know how to respect the old man if they don't teach them a good lesson."

The young man didn't dare to speak, and continued to pull the frame of flying sword step by step towards his position.

An equally young boy with a wooden box on his back offered to help pull a distance, and when the two returned to their positions, the boy thanked the young man with the wooden box.

The young man in the wooden box squeezed his eyes and whispered, "When you get paid, you can buy something and deliver it to the bookkeeping paperwork, and he will feel better then."

The young man smiled helplessly, the family relied on the little money he sent to live, and he had spare money to give gifts, but he was afraid of interrupting the kindness of others, so he had to change the topic and said, "Isn't the flying sword enough this time? If I want to find you some more, it will save you two extra trips."

The boy in the wooden box raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's okay, I'll fly and run more, even if it's two trips, it's okay, just exercise."

"Be quiet!" Not far away, a middle-aged officer with the flying sword shouted.

The frightened wooden box boy shuddered, quickly lay on the huge table, twisted his head to look at the young man, and whispered, "That's not necessary, but you guys are too fierce, you are fiercer than our captains."

The boy nodded, and put the whole bamboo basket inside

All the flying swords were poured on the table, and then they began to sort through the pile of flying swords with the same icon.

Perhaps because the young man had been working for a long time, he had become more and more proficient in handling the flying swords, and he soon put more than two hundred flying swords in place.

Seeing that his friend who had just met was holding a messenger flying sword, he was a little overwhelmed, so the young man in the wooden box took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong, I don't recognize the icon?" How did you do the pre-work training, come and show me."

Saying that, the wooden box boy grabbed the flying sword and didn't look at it, so he heard the boy say, "This flying sword has no icon."

When the wooden box boy looked at it, it was really bare, and there was nothing.

The young man carefully recalled what the master had said on the first day he came in, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't find any impression in his mind about the flying sword without an icon, so he asked, "Was it that we accidentally intercepted the mail halfway to another place?"

In fact, this kind of oolong happens from time to time, which is not surprising.

With a crisp sound, the wooden box boy slapped the guy on the head, and said in a tone that hated iron and steel: "Silly you, there is no one living around us for tens of thousands of miles, how can anyone spread the flying sword to be outrageous?"

The young man who was stunned by this slap rubbed his head and asked, "You can't just throw it away."

The wooden box boy handed back the jade flying sword and whispered, "Why don't you open it and see what it is, maybe you can find some clues."

The young man was a little hesitant, in fact, he had the first qualification to review the flying sword, even if he couldn't find any problems, there were two masters behind him who could give him a cover, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The young man gritted his teeth, pulled a wooden utensil from the corner of the table, and after firmly stuck the green jade flying sword in the middle, he aimed his eyes at a somewhat cloudy spar above, and then slowly injected spiritual power.

With the slow infusion of spiritual power, the boy also saw the handwriting on it clearly.

Again, is it wrong?

On both sides, it's definitely wrong.

Three times, the boy rubbed his eyes vigorously.

When he saw it for the fourth time, his heart was pounding and pounding, and he was almost bursting out of his chest. The first two words of that flying sword turned out to be "Master Chu!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing that guy looked like a ghost, the young man in the wooden box couldn't help but ask.

"Chu... Chu ......" The words came to his mouth, the young man couldn't say it like this, the wooden box boy was too anxious to listen to his nonsense, and directly grabbed the censorship instrument, and when he saw the content inside, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then looked at the young man, and the young man nodded.

The boy in the wooden box directly untied the wooden box on his back, and let the messenger flying swords in the wooden box jingle and scatter all over the ground. The young man in the wooden box snatched the green jade flying sword from the instrument, patted the young man on the shoulder heavily, and said, "Good brother, whether the two of us can be rich or not depends on this one!"